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Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour #1)(19)
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Interesting. And Brian never let you watch before today?”

Eric shook his head. “He’s a very private person.”

Myrna nodded slightly. She could see that. “What about the other guys?”

Eric grinned. “Why do you want to know?”

She shrugged. “Research.”

“Research?”

“I’m a human sexuality professor. Remember?”

“That would explain your knowledge. What did your fingers do in Brian’s ass? I thought he was going to blow off the back of your head when he came. And came. And came. I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to come that long. That wasn’t some regular ass probe. You did something in there, didn’t you?”

She winked at him. “That’s my secret.” And yes, that did explain her knowledge. Eric understood and she scarcely knew him. She’d been married to Jeremy for three years and anytime she wanted to try something new, he’d been certain she was cheating on him.

“Wil you show me your secret?” He leaned forward in the tub.

She laughed. “You wish.”

“Damn straight.”

“I can’t, Eric. I promised not to hurt Brian.”

Eric scowled. “You did what?”

“Trey made me promise not to hurt him.”

“Wel , you’l never be able to keep that promise, Myr, so you might as wel break it with me right now.”

She shook her head at him, smiling. “I’m not going to stick my fingers up your ass.”

He sighed. “That figures. Wil you let me watch you masturbate though?”

“I’m not real y in the mood.”

“Even with the sound of Brian’s solo coming through the wal ? He wrote that when he was ramming his c**k into you. I saw it.”

She squeezed her thighs together at the memory. Eric was right. Brian had written that wonderful, poetic solo while he’d been making love to her. She leaned back against the far edge of the tub, the warm Jacuzzi jets against her back. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of Brian’s guitar as if he played just for her. Someday soon, thousands of fans would hear, and love, that beautiful string of notes, and have no idea how it had been created. She let the music carry her back to his lovemaking as he played the same string of notes over and over and over again. With each repeat, the piece sounded more masterful. As his fingers found each note, she imagined his c**k inside her, fil ing her, withdrawing, fil ing her. Her hand moved between her legs. She sighed. How could she want him again already?

But want him she did.

She stood, water pouring from her body as she stepped from the tub. Eric banged the side of his head against the wal repeatedly as he watched her leave the bathroom. Naked.

Dripping water through the hotel room, she sought Brian. Caught up in his music, he didn’t notice her at first, but his band members, who sat around the dining table watching him play, did.

Trey pul ed the sucker out of his mouth. “Um, Myrna,” he said. “You seem to be naked.”

“Everybody get out,” she demanded.

Brian’s guitar screeched as he quit playing mid-solo. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Except you,” she said to Brian. “You stay.”

The other three men grumbled, but obeyed her and left the room.

“Why are you walking around in front of my band naked?” Brian asked, his jaw tense with anger.

“I was listening to you play,” she said, “and it made me want you so badly. I considered getting myself off, but I’d rather—”

He grinned. “My playing made you touch yourself?”

She lowered her gaze. “Wil you play for me?”

“If you show me what my playing does to you.”

Myrna pushed the remaining breakfast dishes to the far end of the table. She then sat on the edge of the table in front of Brian, turned a chair sideways and rested her feet on the seat. “If you promise to make love to me when you’re done playing.”

He didn’t promise, but he did strike the first note of his guitar solo. She spread her thighs wide, knowing he had an unfettered view of everything between her legs. It made her hotter for him. She wanted him to see. She leaned back on one elbow and slid three fingers inside herself, her fluids dripping over the back of her hand as she plunged them deep and withdrew them, plunged them inside. She withdrew them again and shifted one finger to her ass, fil ing both holes with a groan. She fel back on the table, freeing her other hand to rub her clit. Brian’s solo was building, his fingers moving over the notes faster and faster as she stroked herself toward orgasm.

“Brian,” she gasped. “Brian!”

His solo stopped and his guitar landed somewhere on the floor with a clang. He tossed the chair aside and struggled with the fly of his pants. When his c**k sprang free, he pushed her hands aside and plunged into her. She lifted her head to look at him and then dropped it back onto the table with a bang as her back arched in pleasure.

“Good God, woman. What are you doing to me?” he groaned. He f**ked her harder than ever, cursing under his breath as if she’d made him angry. He shifted her hips off the table slightly, which gave him the leverage to slam into her even harder. It hurt so good. His bal s slapped against her ass with each penetrating thrust, teasing her into wanting something a little dirtier.

“We eat on that table, you know,” someone yel ed from the other room.

Brian paused in mid-thrust. She looked up at him. His face was red with exertion. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Mmm. Gorgeous man.

“Trey has a point,” he said.

He pul ed out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her cunt, her ass, her cunt again with his tongue. She couldn’t keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her clit, she cried out with release. “God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!” Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.

“What are you doing to her?” someone cal ed from the other room.

“He’s eating,” Myrna yel ed. “Don’t bother him.”

There was a smattering of laughter from beyond the dining room. Brian stood up and smiled down at her crookedly. His lips were wet and swol en. She rose up to kiss him. The taste of her fluids on his lips made her bel y quiver. She grabbed his c**k and guided it inside her body, shifting forward to force him deeper. He thrust into her gently but not deeply enough to do anything but drive her mad with anticipation. He kissed her deeply though, his tongue mingling with hers. He pul ed away and looked down at her, his eyes glazed with passion.

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